Chapter 2

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Ding. Ding. I walked over to my bed in a hurry, for some reason I thought that maybe it was him, wanting me back. It was Faith. 'Call me', it read. I Factimed her. It took her about seven rings to pick up.

"Hey", I heard her lisped voice answer.

"Hi" ,I whispered.

"Are you okay?" She asked, and even though I said I was, she knew I was lying.

Faith and I have been friends for 2 years, she honestly understands me. I tell her everything, even when she doesn't want to listen. Faith has medium blonde hair, brown eyes and braces.

"Yeah I'm fine.." I cracked.

"Kat texted me and asked me if I wanted to go somewhere with y'all" she attempted to change the subject. "I'll be there in 10. I love you." She said

"I love you more" I responded.

Then I heard the dial tone. I locked my phone and put it down on the bed, I sighed again and walked to my mirror.

"You're a mess" I said to myself while watching my reflection. I honestly hadn't eaten much in days. I haven't been doing my makeup nor have I spent much time on my personal hygiene. I wonder if he was like this too. I wonder if he feels how I do.

Ding. Another text, I'm expecting it to be Faith. However it's not. It's him. 'Hi..'. Honestly, Im not even going to bother to respond. It'll just start an argument, I swipe it away, and walk to the bathroom.

I open the door and turn on the light.
It's bright in there already because the window is open, however I turn the light on because I like the filter sound. It distracts me from the silence.

I apply all of my makeup and begin to force positive comments in my head. Just after I throw my hair up into a top knot, I realize I forgot to put on my bracelet. I bought two bracelets from the mall a few weeks ago. One says 'her one' the other says 'his only'. I wear the one that I bought for him. I guess it makes me feel closer to him. I wear it everyday. It covers the scar. So far it's doing its job.

Ten minutes later everything is ready to go. Faith and I are in the back seat, Kat and my father are in the front. My phone is 100% charged and were on our way.


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